Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ fun ❯ more fun ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Fantasy / Martial Arts / Police / Romance / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 369 | Status: Completed
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Anime/Manga: Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Adventure / Fantasy / Martial Arts / Police / Romance / Suspense / Thriller | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 02.13.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 369 | Status: Completed
i dont own them
Due to the violent content of this story parental discretion is advised.Pokemon and all their characters are the sole property of Game Freak, the WB, and it's creator's.
*** For Your Eyes Only**** information that is disclosed is for your own personal knowledge. If you choose to reveal said information, your termination will be applied. And if you are caught, we at MASTERS have the right to deny any of our prior relationships.
Codename: ASHURA-The BreakoutInternational Airport
*****08:00 hourswas busy as usual at the VI Airport. Families dreaming of the fun that awaits them on their upcoming trips. Business executives racing against the clock to their next appointments. The airport was a perfect example of working chaos and in the middle of all this chaos stood one man. he said, well observing all the hurrying people. The word was his term to describe all the 'normal people,' because he himself was far from normal. Although his features were basic: about 5 foot 10, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes. But his perception on life was slightly.... twisted. man searched through his dark trenchcoat to seek out a cigarette. Finding the object of his desire, he popped the Marbarlo into his mouth. a light, he struck a match on the side of a concrete wall. The flickering light gave his features, a momentary haunting look. Bringing the match to the cigarette, he took a drag. His lungs filled with the toxic, yet soothing air. The nicotine already started to work, relaxing his system as he exhaled. He closed his eyes as he mentally prepared for his next act.me sir!" The gentlemen opened his eyes to see an Airport Officer in front of him. "Uhhh...Sir you can't smoke that in here." The Officer informed the gentleman. smoker narrowed his eyes at the officer. An act that made the Officer gulp, but he still remained firm to his order. The man looked at the officer's badge. 'Tim' was the officer's name.a few minutes of debating, the man in the trenchcoat took another long drag of his cigarette, making sure to turn the entire cigarette into ashes. After he was sure his lungs were filled to the maximum capacity of smog, he blew a full stream right into the officer's face. Tim was coughing and gagging on all the smoke. He was ready to go for his handcuffs when his attention was diverted by a floating 'Ben Franklin.' brown haired men, was holding a hundred dollar bill in front of Officer Tim's face, like it was bait on a fish hook. The officer remembering that he owned some people money, started to go for the bill. Then he shook-off the feeling, as the responsibility of his job kicked in.I can't accept that and it's against the law to bribe an offic..." His sentence was cut short, as the single "Ben Franklin' was replaced by five more 'Bens.' 'Screw responsibility' Tim thought as he snatched the bills from the man's hands. dark man walked past the officer grinning. "Sheep are so easy to please," He chuckled as he walked to the customs section of the Airport. the prisoners over here," the Sergeant ordered as the officers moved the two tangerine orange clad captives. Both were bonded by handcuffs on their wrists that lead to the chains on their ankles. The Sergeant was assigned to transport the pair to Steel City, where they would be locked up in a Maximum Security Prison. "Brink" as it was more popularly known, held the tightest security known on the globe. In the sixty-five years of it's opening, there has never been a case where someone had escaped. Which meant anyone that was sent there, had to have committed some of the most heinous crimes ever. Sarge shifted his gaze as the two walked in. The first was a young women in her late-twenties, long blonde hair that came down into two pigtails. If the sergeant didn't know anything about her, he would say she was cute. But he knew behind that attractive exterior was a cold-blooded killer.her was her partner. A man slightly over six feet tall, he had green hair that fell over his eyes. In a brief moment the Serge and the male prisoners eyes met. The Serge could see such a fierce savagery that was in his eyes. It made all the stories about him seem more believable. down, Butch!" another officer cried while cracking his kneecaps with his baton. Butch let out a painful cry. His voice could only rival the sound of scraping chalk against a blackboard. the officers 'trying' to turn a deaf ear to his cries ignored him, leaving the female prisoner to go to his aid.OK, Butchie?" she asked, wanting to touch him, but was reminded of her shackles.he questioned. She nodded. A smile came to his face. "Yeah, I'm fine," he stated while scrambling to his feet to sit in the chair. "Besides, these pigs can't keep the Butch man down," he cheered.down, you two," the baton wielding officered ordered. two looked up with death in their eyes, but decided to keep their voices down. "When we're out of this," Butch started, while looking over his should at the guard. "Remind me to kill that guy."grinned. "Yeah tell me about it...You don't know about some of the problems I had..." She trailed off, as the visions resurfaced. A slight tear escaped her eyes....Cassidy don't worry about it. We're together again and as soon as the Boss gets here, we'll have no problems." leaned against his shoulder. "But you know what will happen when he gets here though."became uneasy. "I know." He relaxed again. "But, I also know how you really feel about me.... so, it's OK," he said while turning to face Cassidy. sighed. "I guess now we just have to wait...."customs inspection lines of VI Airport were running like clockwork. One steps forward, drops all their metallic items, walks through the metal detector. the attendant at the desk shouts, and the cycle continues.at the end of this line, stood a brown haired man. He anxiously looked around. He was in desperate need of a cigarette. He had one before, but some "Sheep" of a police officer made him get rid of it.he would have fed the guy his own lung.... but he was on a schedule. the attendant shouted. like he was on. He slowly moved forward to stand before the Customs Attendant, his black trenchcoat swaying slightly as he moved. normal man in his shoes wouldn't have the balls to do what he had planned on his agenda. He wasn't worried though. He had enough ammunition on him to take out a small country, let alone some "Sheep" Airport cops.forward, Sir," the Customs Attendant politely requested. She smiled slightly, taking in the man's features. The man was a step away from the metal detector's passageway.man grinned; the attendant was kind of cute. Short, with brown hair, and blue eyes. He was sure she had her pick of the guys. But, he was a one-woman guy, unfortunately. Besides he would probably get bored of her in a week and then dump her body somewhere. He chuckled to himself, as his thoughts wandered.your name sir?" The blue-eyed attendant asked. Richard Giovanni." He said while grinning. The sound of his full name always sounded weird to him. "But you can call me Richie, luv." attendant blushed. "Ok...Richie. Can you walk through, please." thing," he looked at her tag. "Rachel." She blushed again.Richie walked through the metal detector.the machine sounded as it went off.airport officer behind Rachel stepped forward. Mr. Giovanni, place any metallic objects into the pan and walk through again." did as he was told, while making small chitchat with Rachel. While they talked, she was putting his information into the computer. "It will take a few minutes before all your information is processed," She informed him. He thought. 'It will give me some time.' Richie decided to drop some of the 'minor' metal objects into the pan: his watch, a silver chain, a money clip and few pieces of change in his pocket. He then positioned himself in front of the machine. He walked through.This time the officer raised an eyebrow. to the side, please sir," The officer asked. Two other officers joined him. lead Officer held the metal detector wand. "Please raise your arms to the side, sir." agreed and raised his arms. The way his body was positioned, it looked like he was about to be crucified. His eye wandered over to Rachel's direction. can't believe it,' Rachel thought. 'This guy is so cute.' She blushed at her own thoughts. 'I hope he isn't married.' She sneaked another peak, at the mysterious traveler. my god, he's looking at me.' She blushed even harder this time. 'Get a grip girl,' she told herself. 'We still have a job to do. Let finish with his registration first. Then we can find out more about him.'getting control of herself, Rachel continued. She hastily typed in the rest of his flight information into the computer. flight number.
The location.
And finally, his passport information.typed his name into the computer. Suddenly her registration screen was filled with an image of Richie, with a serial number under his photo. my God. This is a mug shot,' she realized. the 'mug shot' screen, then a list of offenses were seen.Robbery-4 accounts
Arson-13 accounts
Assault-45 accounts
Murder- can not be computed
Murder Pokemon-can not be computed
Kidnapping-120 accounts
Kidnapping Pokemon-332 accounts
Pokemon Experimentation-40 accounts
Rape-can not be computed
Terriorism-90 accounts
Theft-160 accounts list went on and on. Then the whole screen was filled with bold red letters.
'APPROACH WITH CAUTION!'her life, Rachel was never really afraid of anything. But in that instant, fear would have been more welcome then the pure terror she felt. She dared another look, at the 'monster.' Apparently he was watching her the whole time, enjoying himself. wanted to cry out, but for some reason the words could never come.
'I guess dinner is off,' Richie chuckled to himself. attention was then drawn as one of the Airport Officers spoke. "Sir, please remain still as we commence the search," the officer said, as he began the metal wand search. sure." Richie growled. He was getting tired of these 'Sheep' now. They were starting to piss him off. 'It's Ok,' he said to himself. 'Pretty soon these sheep will be no more.'wand moved up and down his body, but patiently Richie still remained, arms extended to the sides. The alarm seemed trigger when it passed his mid-section, which was not visible do to the trenchcoat.two officers to Richie sides steadily reached for they're pistols. The officer in front of him, gulped as he drew back both sides of the coat. The action unveiled a huge assortment of firearms and explosives.Shi-" the Cop gasped.looked down and smiled. "Did I forgot to drop that into the pan?" he jested. Then in the next second, two hand cannons that were rigged above Richie's wrists shot out to his clutches. He swiftly brought his hands in front of him and fired, point blank right in the face of the officer, blowing his head straight off.then crossed his arms and fired again, catching the two officers right in the chest. They didn't know what hit them. a matter of seconds, the room that served as a transport station to new lands became the transport station to death.whole airport was in a frenzy. People screaming, running for safety only were able to be cut down in a madman's rage. was enjoying himself. He hadn't had this much fun since the Toshino Tower heist. After emptying a few rounds in a couple dozen 'Sheep', the room started to fill with more cops. only made Richie even more delighted. Dropping his hand cannons, he reached into his coat to draw out two Tech-9 machine guns. no time at all the room was filled with gunfire. Richie leapt over the customs desk, barely missing getting shot. He crouched under the desk while bullets ripped through the air above him.far as he could tell, there were twenty cops, one Richie and.... noticed some movement beside him. and one hostage.' He grinned to himself.officers surrounded the desk, believing the suspect to be cornered. They started to make advances to the desk, with the sole purpose of rushing the desk and taking out the perpetrator. the plain was executed, the officers noticed a pair of raised hands, positioned behind the desk, that were slowly rising. Now standing behind the desk was the customs attendant.stood, hands still raised in the surrendering position. The officers tried to command her to join them for her own safety. Whether she heard them but didn't care or heard them but was too afraid to move, the officers couldn't tell. Behind the desk, Rachel still stood.officers were starting to make an alternative plan, when suddenly two more arms rose up behind Rachel. The only difference was, they were attached to a dark trenchcoat and the fact that they held two tech-9 sub-machine guns. the girl as a shield, Richie fired aimlessly at the cops. The woman in front of him was scared beyond reason, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't dare to cry out. Her fear was paralyzing. The only thing she could do was shield her eyes from the vicious images of death and dying before her. told you. If you don't move, you won't get hurt," Richie assured her. But he knew his word wasn't any better than dirt. But if she hoped to survive, she would have to trust him. a matter of moments, the whole Customs Section of the Viridian International Airport was cleansed of life. Well, for the exception of two. doll face, I have to say that was a first for me. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he joked. She couldn't even answer; her whole body was in shock. The only sound she made were quiet sobs.frowned. "Oh my, you didn't have any fun. Pity." He started to get all of his stuff together. But he noticed she still didn't move.you can go now," he informed her. "I promised you, I wouldn't kill you, if you helped me out." Frozen, she still remained. Richie frowned again. 'I guess she's in shock.' Richie looked around the room. There was a pile of dead and bloody bodies filled with his lead bullets. He didn't see what was so shocking. shrugged his shoulders again and started to walk away, only to be drawn back by the sounds of her tortured sobs. 'I guess I can't leave her like this,' he confessed. down, his newly loaded Smith & Wesson .22 pistol, Richie slowly crept over to the terrified girl. With water-like movement, he took her into his arms and placed a strong, yet sensual kiss on her lips. Her once rigid body started to relax then draw pleasure from what he was giving her.moaned, slightly as he broke the kiss. She nearly collapsed onto the floor, still trying to regain her breath and blushing, despite herself. smiled at his little remedy. 'Still haven't lost it,' He thought. Then he drew into his trenchcoat. His trenchcoat then rippled with his motion, as he threw something at her feet.looked down at the item. It was a single red rose. She looked up again at it's sender, only to find him gone. mind raced with all the events that just took place, as she prepared to leave. But she stopped and reached down for the single rose, and held it close to her breast. Then she ran down the hallway trying to find some assistance.
She would never forget the rose or it's sender.Rachel behind and more importantly leaving her behind still breathing seemed to please Richie as he moved through the dark hallways. He had to every now-and-then step over another lifeless body left by his carnage.then heard some murmuring by his side. Looking into the direction, he noticed an airport officer with life still in him. Grinning, Richie crept silently over to the fallen prey. for his shoulder, Richie violently spun him around to get a good look at his toy. The barrel of the .22 pressed against the cop's windpipe. cocked his head to the side, as he looked at the officer. Then he grinned even more. "I know you..." he stated. "You're that nice officer that told me not to smoke in here.... Tim right?"for air, the officer managed a grunt, to confirm. grin widened from ear to ear. He slowly holstered his gun. Then turned back to the quivering officer. "Now, my friend. I need a little information." he said, while bringing out a small black and silver Pokeball. "There are two prisoners that were to be taken to Steel City. Where are they?"released his hold slightly to allow him to answer. "I don't know where they are!!!" Officer Tim pleaded.sighed. "Ok...looks like we have to do this the hard way." He presses the release button and threw the pokeball to the ground. "Go, Zippo!" Then out from the blazing light of the pokeball, a spine tingling roar was heard, as the flame dragon, Charizard was summoned.gleamed in the dim light, saliva dripping from it's strong jaws, it had a certain hunger in it's eyes. This pokemon, has tasted the flesh of man.... and enjoyed it.this is my friend Zippo," Richie introduced the pyre beast. "Zippo, here was one of my very first Pokemon. He does everything I say.... Don't ya, boy?" He petted the Lizard. It snorted in agreement. Zippo isn't your ordinary Charizard. No, no, no." Richie explained. "You see this Charizard was raised on devouring humans. I don't know what's the particular fascination with it. But who am I to get in the way of a pokémon's desire." Just then Zippo snapped it's teeth as it saw Tim move.enough with the introductions. Officer Tim, tell me where the prisoners are being held. Or, I'll let my friend here ask you." Then the Charizard opened it's jaws, revealing row after row of teeth, gleaming from it's mouth. 17A!!! Runway 17A!!!" Tim screamed at the top of his lungs, a steady steam of urine trailing down his pants.smiled. "Thank you, kind sir. It's always nice to know that the police are always here to help." He walked past Tim, Zippo still ready to strike at a moments notice. He walked a little, stopped then turned around to face Tim.
"Oh yeah, the money....I think you owe me some money."scrambled around in his pockets and produced all six of the crumbled up bills. He then smiled again.
"Thank you my good man." Then his smile turned to a crooked one. He looked at Tim then Zippo. Zippo then Tim. he finally said. "Make it fast." International Airport- Runway 17A
********** 08:40 hours had been twenty minutes since the incident in Customs. All the officers guarding the prisoners, Cassidy and Butch were on red alert. They didn't know if the lone menace was heading they're way, but they weren't taking any chances.available officer was covering all the exits. They made a two-man patrol go around the area. The prisoners were required to lay, face-down on the floor until the plane was ready.Cassidy whispered so none of the officers could hear. He turned his head to face her.you think Richie can really pull it off?" She asked. "I mean, look at these guys." She motioned to the officers. There probably had been, forty cops on patrol, armed to the tee. even though the Boss is a little off, you know he always delivers." Butch stated to assure her.know..." She sighed. "I just don't want to go back to any cell. I hate it there. The walls...it's so small and tight." she stated terrifying herself. "I can't go back Butch. I'll kill myself before I go to another cell." Cassidy whimpered. Her eyes now glimmering with tears. One sliding down her cheek.scooted over to her and kissed the tears away. "Cass, don't worry. If Richie can't do it...I don't know how, but I'll find a way."some weird motivation of fate, his screeching voice seemed to soothe her. "Thanks Butchie" She smiled "I needed that." She paused again. "Butch..."took a deep breath while collecting her thoughts. The hard concrete floor was doing nothing to help her concentration. "Butch...whatever..." She paused again. "Butch, whatever happens in the future, please, please know that it's you I'll always love.
Due to the violent content of this story parental discretion is advised.Pokemon and all their characters are the sole property of Game Freak, the WB, and it's creator's.
*** For Your Eyes Only**** information that is disclosed is for your own personal knowledge. If you choose to reveal said information, your termination will be applied. And if you are caught, we at MASTERS have the right to deny any of our prior relationships.
Codename: ASHURA-The BreakoutInternational Airport
*****08:00 hourswas busy as usual at the VI Airport. Families dreaming of the fun that awaits them on their upcoming trips. Business executives racing against the clock to their next appointments. The airport was a perfect example of working chaos and in the middle of all this chaos stood one man. he said, well observing all the hurrying people. The word was his term to describe all the 'normal people,' because he himself was far from normal. Although his features were basic: about 5 foot 10, short brown hair, and dark blue eyes. But his perception on life was slightly.... twisted. man searched through his dark trenchcoat to seek out a cigarette. Finding the object of his desire, he popped the Marbarlo into his mouth. a light, he struck a match on the side of a concrete wall. The flickering light gave his features, a momentary haunting look. Bringing the match to the cigarette, he took a drag. His lungs filled with the toxic, yet soothing air. The nicotine already started to work, relaxing his system as he exhaled. He closed his eyes as he mentally prepared for his next act.me sir!" The gentlemen opened his eyes to see an Airport Officer in front of him. "Uhhh...Sir you can't smoke that in here." The Officer informed the gentleman. smoker narrowed his eyes at the officer. An act that made the Officer gulp, but he still remained firm to his order. The man looked at the officer's badge. 'Tim' was the officer's name.a few minutes of debating, the man in the trenchcoat took another long drag of his cigarette, making sure to turn the entire cigarette into ashes. After he was sure his lungs were filled to the maximum capacity of smog, he blew a full stream right into the officer's face. Tim was coughing and gagging on all the smoke. He was ready to go for his handcuffs when his attention was diverted by a floating 'Ben Franklin.' brown haired men, was holding a hundred dollar bill in front of Officer Tim's face, like it was bait on a fish hook. The officer remembering that he owned some people money, started to go for the bill. Then he shook-off the feeling, as the responsibility of his job kicked in.I can't accept that and it's against the law to bribe an offic..." His sentence was cut short, as the single "Ben Franklin' was replaced by five more 'Bens.' 'Screw responsibility' Tim thought as he snatched the bills from the man's hands. dark man walked past the officer grinning. "Sheep are so easy to please," He chuckled as he walked to the customs section of the Airport. the prisoners over here," the Sergeant ordered as the officers moved the two tangerine orange clad captives. Both were bonded by handcuffs on their wrists that lead to the chains on their ankles. The Sergeant was assigned to transport the pair to Steel City, where they would be locked up in a Maximum Security Prison. "Brink" as it was more popularly known, held the tightest security known on the globe. In the sixty-five years of it's opening, there has never been a case where someone had escaped. Which meant anyone that was sent there, had to have committed some of the most heinous crimes ever. Sarge shifted his gaze as the two walked in. The first was a young women in her late-twenties, long blonde hair that came down into two pigtails. If the sergeant didn't know anything about her, he would say she was cute. But he knew behind that attractive exterior was a cold-blooded killer.her was her partner. A man slightly over six feet tall, he had green hair that fell over his eyes. In a brief moment the Serge and the male prisoners eyes met. The Serge could see such a fierce savagery that was in his eyes. It made all the stories about him seem more believable. down, Butch!" another officer cried while cracking his kneecaps with his baton. Butch let out a painful cry. His voice could only rival the sound of scraping chalk against a blackboard. the officers 'trying' to turn a deaf ear to his cries ignored him, leaving the female prisoner to go to his aid.OK, Butchie?" she asked, wanting to touch him, but was reminded of her shackles.he questioned. She nodded. A smile came to his face. "Yeah, I'm fine," he stated while scrambling to his feet to sit in the chair. "Besides, these pigs can't keep the Butch man down," he cheered.down, you two," the baton wielding officered ordered. two looked up with death in their eyes, but decided to keep their voices down. "When we're out of this," Butch started, while looking over his should at the guard. "Remind me to kill that guy."grinned. "Yeah tell me about it...You don't know about some of the problems I had..." She trailed off, as the visions resurfaced. A slight tear escaped her eyes....Cassidy don't worry about it. We're together again and as soon as the Boss gets here, we'll have no problems." leaned against his shoulder. "But you know what will happen when he gets here though."became uneasy. "I know." He relaxed again. "But, I also know how you really feel about me.... so, it's OK," he said while turning to face Cassidy. sighed. "I guess now we just have to wait...."customs inspection lines of VI Airport were running like clockwork. One steps forward, drops all their metallic items, walks through the metal detector. the attendant at the desk shouts, and the cycle continues.at the end of this line, stood a brown haired man. He anxiously looked around. He was in desperate need of a cigarette. He had one before, but some "Sheep" of a police officer made him get rid of it.he would have fed the guy his own lung.... but he was on a schedule. the attendant shouted. like he was on. He slowly moved forward to stand before the Customs Attendant, his black trenchcoat swaying slightly as he moved. normal man in his shoes wouldn't have the balls to do what he had planned on his agenda. He wasn't worried though. He had enough ammunition on him to take out a small country, let alone some "Sheep" Airport cops.forward, Sir," the Customs Attendant politely requested. She smiled slightly, taking in the man's features. The man was a step away from the metal detector's passageway.man grinned; the attendant was kind of cute. Short, with brown hair, and blue eyes. He was sure she had her pick of the guys. But, he was a one-woman guy, unfortunately. Besides he would probably get bored of her in a week and then dump her body somewhere. He chuckled to himself, as his thoughts wandered.your name sir?" The blue-eyed attendant asked. Richard Giovanni." He said while grinning. The sound of his full name always sounded weird to him. "But you can call me Richie, luv." attendant blushed. "Ok...Richie. Can you walk through, please." thing," he looked at her tag. "Rachel." She blushed again.Richie walked through the metal detector.the machine sounded as it went off.airport officer behind Rachel stepped forward. Mr. Giovanni, place any metallic objects into the pan and walk through again." did as he was told, while making small chitchat with Rachel. While they talked, she was putting his information into the computer. "It will take a few minutes before all your information is processed," She informed him. He thought. 'It will give me some time.' Richie decided to drop some of the 'minor' metal objects into the pan: his watch, a silver chain, a money clip and few pieces of change in his pocket. He then positioned himself in front of the machine. He walked through.This time the officer raised an eyebrow. to the side, please sir," The officer asked. Two other officers joined him. lead Officer held the metal detector wand. "Please raise your arms to the side, sir." agreed and raised his arms. The way his body was positioned, it looked like he was about to be crucified. His eye wandered over to Rachel's direction. can't believe it,' Rachel thought. 'This guy is so cute.' She blushed at her own thoughts. 'I hope he isn't married.' She sneaked another peak, at the mysterious traveler. my god, he's looking at me.' She blushed even harder this time. 'Get a grip girl,' she told herself. 'We still have a job to do. Let finish with his registration first. Then we can find out more about him.'getting control of herself, Rachel continued. She hastily typed in the rest of his flight information into the computer. flight number.
The location.
And finally, his passport information.typed his name into the computer. Suddenly her registration screen was filled with an image of Richie, with a serial number under his photo. my God. This is a mug shot,' she realized. the 'mug shot' screen, then a list of offenses were seen.Robbery-4 accounts
Arson-13 accounts
Assault-45 accounts
Murder- can not be computed
Murder Pokemon-can not be computed
Kidnapping-120 accounts
Kidnapping Pokemon-332 accounts
Pokemon Experimentation-40 accounts
Rape-can not be computed
Terriorism-90 accounts
Theft-160 accounts list went on and on. Then the whole screen was filled with bold red letters.
'APPROACH WITH CAUTION!'her life, Rachel was never really afraid of anything. But in that instant, fear would have been more welcome then the pure terror she felt. She dared another look, at the 'monster.' Apparently he was watching her the whole time, enjoying himself. wanted to cry out, but for some reason the words could never come.
'I guess dinner is off,' Richie chuckled to himself. attention was then drawn as one of the Airport Officers spoke. "Sir, please remain still as we commence the search," the officer said, as he began the metal wand search. sure." Richie growled. He was getting tired of these 'Sheep' now. They were starting to piss him off. 'It's Ok,' he said to himself. 'Pretty soon these sheep will be no more.'wand moved up and down his body, but patiently Richie still remained, arms extended to the sides. The alarm seemed trigger when it passed his mid-section, which was not visible do to the trenchcoat.two officers to Richie sides steadily reached for they're pistols. The officer in front of him, gulped as he drew back both sides of the coat. The action unveiled a huge assortment of firearms and explosives.Shi-" the Cop gasped.looked down and smiled. "Did I forgot to drop that into the pan?" he jested. Then in the next second, two hand cannons that were rigged above Richie's wrists shot out to his clutches. He swiftly brought his hands in front of him and fired, point blank right in the face of the officer, blowing his head straight off.then crossed his arms and fired again, catching the two officers right in the chest. They didn't know what hit them. a matter of seconds, the room that served as a transport station to new lands became the transport station to death.whole airport was in a frenzy. People screaming, running for safety only were able to be cut down in a madman's rage. was enjoying himself. He hadn't had this much fun since the Toshino Tower heist. After emptying a few rounds in a couple dozen 'Sheep', the room started to fill with more cops. only made Richie even more delighted. Dropping his hand cannons, he reached into his coat to draw out two Tech-9 machine guns. no time at all the room was filled with gunfire. Richie leapt over the customs desk, barely missing getting shot. He crouched under the desk while bullets ripped through the air above him.far as he could tell, there were twenty cops, one Richie and.... noticed some movement beside him. and one hostage.' He grinned to himself.officers surrounded the desk, believing the suspect to be cornered. They started to make advances to the desk, with the sole purpose of rushing the desk and taking out the perpetrator. the plain was executed, the officers noticed a pair of raised hands, positioned behind the desk, that were slowly rising. Now standing behind the desk was the customs attendant.stood, hands still raised in the surrendering position. The officers tried to command her to join them for her own safety. Whether she heard them but didn't care or heard them but was too afraid to move, the officers couldn't tell. Behind the desk, Rachel still stood.officers were starting to make an alternative plan, when suddenly two more arms rose up behind Rachel. The only difference was, they were attached to a dark trenchcoat and the fact that they held two tech-9 sub-machine guns. the girl as a shield, Richie fired aimlessly at the cops. The woman in front of him was scared beyond reason, tears streaming down her face, but she didn't dare to cry out. Her fear was paralyzing. The only thing she could do was shield her eyes from the vicious images of death and dying before her. told you. If you don't move, you won't get hurt," Richie assured her. But he knew his word wasn't any better than dirt. But if she hoped to survive, she would have to trust him. a matter of moments, the whole Customs Section of the Viridian International Airport was cleansed of life. Well, for the exception of two. doll face, I have to say that was a first for me. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" he joked. She couldn't even answer; her whole body was in shock. The only sound she made were quiet sobs.frowned. "Oh my, you didn't have any fun. Pity." He started to get all of his stuff together. But he noticed she still didn't move.you can go now," he informed her. "I promised you, I wouldn't kill you, if you helped me out." Frozen, she still remained. Richie frowned again. 'I guess she's in shock.' Richie looked around the room. There was a pile of dead and bloody bodies filled with his lead bullets. He didn't see what was so shocking. shrugged his shoulders again and started to walk away, only to be drawn back by the sounds of her tortured sobs. 'I guess I can't leave her like this,' he confessed. down, his newly loaded Smith & Wesson .22 pistol, Richie slowly crept over to the terrified girl. With water-like movement, he took her into his arms and placed a strong, yet sensual kiss on her lips. Her once rigid body started to relax then draw pleasure from what he was giving her.moaned, slightly as he broke the kiss. She nearly collapsed onto the floor, still trying to regain her breath and blushing, despite herself. smiled at his little remedy. 'Still haven't lost it,' He thought. Then he drew into his trenchcoat. His trenchcoat then rippled with his motion, as he threw something at her feet.looked down at the item. It was a single red rose. She looked up again at it's sender, only to find him gone. mind raced with all the events that just took place, as she prepared to leave. But she stopped and reached down for the single rose, and held it close to her breast. Then she ran down the hallway trying to find some assistance.
She would never forget the rose or it's sender.Rachel behind and more importantly leaving her behind still breathing seemed to please Richie as he moved through the dark hallways. He had to every now-and-then step over another lifeless body left by his carnage.then heard some murmuring by his side. Looking into the direction, he noticed an airport officer with life still in him. Grinning, Richie crept silently over to the fallen prey. for his shoulder, Richie violently spun him around to get a good look at his toy. The barrel of the .22 pressed against the cop's windpipe. cocked his head to the side, as he looked at the officer. Then he grinned even more. "I know you..." he stated. "You're that nice officer that told me not to smoke in here.... Tim right?"for air, the officer managed a grunt, to confirm. grin widened from ear to ear. He slowly holstered his gun. Then turned back to the quivering officer. "Now, my friend. I need a little information." he said, while bringing out a small black and silver Pokeball. "There are two prisoners that were to be taken to Steel City. Where are they?"released his hold slightly to allow him to answer. "I don't know where they are!!!" Officer Tim pleaded.sighed. "Ok...looks like we have to do this the hard way." He presses the release button and threw the pokeball to the ground. "Go, Zippo!" Then out from the blazing light of the pokeball, a spine tingling roar was heard, as the flame dragon, Charizard was summoned.gleamed in the dim light, saliva dripping from it's strong jaws, it had a certain hunger in it's eyes. This pokemon, has tasted the flesh of man.... and enjoyed it.this is my friend Zippo," Richie introduced the pyre beast. "Zippo, here was one of my very first Pokemon. He does everything I say.... Don't ya, boy?" He petted the Lizard. It snorted in agreement. Zippo isn't your ordinary Charizard. No, no, no." Richie explained. "You see this Charizard was raised on devouring humans. I don't know what's the particular fascination with it. But who am I to get in the way of a pokémon's desire." Just then Zippo snapped it's teeth as it saw Tim move.enough with the introductions. Officer Tim, tell me where the prisoners are being held. Or, I'll let my friend here ask you." Then the Charizard opened it's jaws, revealing row after row of teeth, gleaming from it's mouth. 17A!!! Runway 17A!!!" Tim screamed at the top of his lungs, a steady steam of urine trailing down his pants.smiled. "Thank you, kind sir. It's always nice to know that the police are always here to help." He walked past Tim, Zippo still ready to strike at a moments notice. He walked a little, stopped then turned around to face Tim.
"Oh yeah, the money....I think you owe me some money."scrambled around in his pockets and produced all six of the crumbled up bills. He then smiled again.
"Thank you my good man." Then his smile turned to a crooked one. He looked at Tim then Zippo. Zippo then Tim. he finally said. "Make it fast." International Airport- Runway 17A
********** 08:40 hours had been twenty minutes since the incident in Customs. All the officers guarding the prisoners, Cassidy and Butch were on red alert. They didn't know if the lone menace was heading they're way, but they weren't taking any chances.available officer was covering all the exits. They made a two-man patrol go around the area. The prisoners were required to lay, face-down on the floor until the plane was ready.Cassidy whispered so none of the officers could hear. He turned his head to face her.you think Richie can really pull it off?" She asked. "I mean, look at these guys." She motioned to the officers. There probably had been, forty cops on patrol, armed to the tee. even though the Boss is a little off, you know he always delivers." Butch stated to assure her.know..." She sighed. "I just don't want to go back to any cell. I hate it there. The walls...it's so small and tight." she stated terrifying herself. "I can't go back Butch. I'll kill myself before I go to another cell." Cassidy whimpered. Her eyes now glimmering with tears. One sliding down her cheek.scooted over to her and kissed the tears away. "Cass, don't worry. If Richie can't do it...I don't know how, but I'll find a way."some weird motivation of fate, his screeching voice seemed to soothe her. "Thanks Butchie" She smiled "I needed that." She paused again. "Butch..."took a deep breath while collecting her thoughts. The hard concrete floor was doing nothing to help her concentration. "Butch...whatever..." She paused again. "Butch, whatever happens in the future, please, please know that it's you I'll always love.